I can’t believe my little boy is sixteen years old today.
Don’t all these posts start off like that?
How the years go by so fast, and it seemed like just yesterday we brought him home from the hospital? And how he has grown into such a wonderful young man and I couldn’t imagine my life without him?
Well, they’re all the same for a reason. Because it’s true. How is the days seem to last forever, but when you stop and take a look back, sixteen years have gone by and the little boy who used to dress as a pirate and snuggle in bed watching Barney and Bear in the Big Blue House is now six feet tall, driving a car, dating, and thinking about college? It all just seems so surreal. I can’t wrap my head around it.
Last night I found myself tearing up for no reason and I finally just let myself cry like a baby and allowed myself let it all go.
I love this kid. From the moment He still manages to aggravate the shit out of me on a daily basis. Like when he doesn’t pick up his dishes, or brings his laundry down after I’ve started the load, or when he needs school supplies for a project due tomorrow that he was assigned weeks ago. Even, when I have to tell him to shut up twenty times while he’s sitting in his room yelling obscenities at his friends online. Or when he insists on playing “Landslide” when he knows that it will send me into a depression.
He is a great big brother. He is smart, witty, friendly and polite. He has a wonderful sense of humor. He’s someone you want on your team. He will give up his seat for someone and open the door for you. He apologizes when we argue so we don’t stay mad at each other. He can’t stand to see someone sad or upset. And, he still hugs me goodnight and tells me he loves me everyday.
Happy Sixteenth Birthday, baby. I love you more than words.